Bellamy’s Point Of View
I was unreasonably jealous. I couldn’t even control it anymore. Having to withstand Tristan’s pheromones and his increasing sensuality had sent over the edge. I reached the point of no return when he insisted that Cole feed him.
"W-Wait Bellamy... Just give ... a few seconds!" Tristan cried.
It was clear that Cole was going to reach his limit first, and yet Tristan pushed him anyway. Even though he had other Alphas to choose from, he still chose Cole. Since we weren’t in my room, I couldn’t act selfishly. What our wanton prince wanted, he got. That didn’t make any less jealous.
"AAHHH! S-Seriously?"
"Oh? Is it not enough for you? Should we have Ferdinand plug up your mouth too?" I asked teasingly.
"Hngh!... T-That’s not... UNGH! W-What I... ant...AAH!... And you know it! Ugh! Shiit!"
"I an at this point he’s gotta be feeling a little left out, right? Then again, he did leave you all alone in a room with a Hyper-Dominant Alpha... maybe he just likes to watch you get fucked, instead?" I asked.
I was still pissed that Ferdinand had given in to Bennhayzin’s unreasonable request without so much as a glare. I was even more pissed that Tristan didn’t seem to want to tell us what went on in the room after we all left. Above all, I was irritated with my own powerlessness to stop it.
"B-Bellamy... J-Just... S-Slow... AAHHH! D-Down!" Tristan cried.
A part of wanted to take it all out on Tristan’s insatiable body, but subconsciously I knew that that wouldn’t be fair to Tristan. I was trying desperately to not think about any of it, but the incident was too fresh in my mind and was uncontrollably persistent.
"UNGH!... S-Stop... B-Bellamy..." Tristan groaned, as he tried to turn onto his side and inch away from .
I quickly seized both of his knees and pushed them back towards his chest, and thrust deeply inside of him.
"AUGH! IT’S SERIOUSLY... TOO MUCH... BEL!" He cried out as he glared at .
He honestly couldn’t be any more adorable. It was doing wonders to soothe my ill temperant.
"You know, Tristan... You always say that... but you always seem to... thoroughly enjoy it too." I said as I ground my cock into him deep and kissed his face all over.
"I seem to rember... always telling you... the sa thing... LEARN SO FUCKING RESTRAINT, JERK! UNGH! Fuuuck!" He groaned helplessly.
’Haaah... There he goes again... acting ridiculously cute... it’s really addictive...’
"AAAAHHH!! Please... Bellamy..."
The more I breathed in his delicious scent, and the more I looked at his adorable face, the less my mind focused on negative thoughts.
"HNGH!... S-So... D-Deep!... AUGH!"
Well, that was the case... until Tristan committed a cardinal sin.
"F-Ferdinand..." Tristan murmured.
He glanced longingly at Ferdinand, his eyes pleading as he continuously moaned uncontrollably. I felt the last bit of my sanity snap and my pheromones flared out of control. I heard Ferdinand and Sylvester suck in a sharp breath, and then mumble a deep curse. It didn’t matter, it was far too late and I was far too gone...
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Tristan’s Point Of View
Bellamy was undoubtedly pissed. I was unsure about why he was pissed off, or who he was pissed at. The only thing I knew for sure, was that sothing deep inside him seed to snap when I looked at Ferdinand. His pheromones were so overbearing that it was becoming increasingly harder to focus, he was gripping the back of my knees so tightly I was sure to bruise.
To add insult to injury, he was thrusting so deep inside it felt as if he were reaching my lungs. The most damning thing of all was that my body was thoroughly enjoying every bit of his sadistic tornt.
Ferdinand climbed off the bed and stood directly in front of . He bent down and gave a deep and sensual kiss. This only spurred Bellamy on more.
"You really are a glutton for punishnt, Tristan..." Bellamy groaned, as he slowly pushed himself deep inside .
"Hm...? You really don’t seem to hate it Tristan... I can’t save you because your satisfaction is rising steadily... Just how wanton can you get?" Ferdinand groaned.
"It’s not like tha–... W-Wait... Bellamy seriously... I’m too full already!" I cried.
Bellamy had taken it upon himself to increase in size while deep inside . The pain waltzing with pleasure was blinding. My vision began to swim, so I squeezed my eyes shut and grit my teeth.
"You just keep squeezing harder... what else am I supposed to do?" Bellamy moaned.
I gripped the sheets of the bed, desperately trying to move away from Bellamy and his massive rod. I only succeeded for a brief mont before he lifted up by my thighs and slamd into once again.
"AAAAHHH! W-WHAT... THE... FUUUCK!" I cried.
The pain was imdiately overwritten with pleasure and I ejaculated instantly. My eyes shot wide open and my body was racked with unrelenting waves of pure ecstasy.
" too, right Tristan?" Ferdinand purred, next to my ear.
He was watching tremble and cum with rapt attention. His eyes were so gold and bright, it was like staring directly into the sun. The pent-up lust that glead in his eyes made shudder even more. He stood up and ran his fingers up my chest and to my throat.
The pleasure coursing through was further stoked by Bellamy’s unyielding thrusts. They were slow and deep and kept right at the edge of falling. I let out a soft moan before opening my mouth for Ferdinand. I knew it wouldn’t be long before my sanity snap completely too. I could feel it slowly crawling up my spine.
"Haaah... it’s so ridiculously warm inside your mouth Tristan..." Ferdinand groaned.
His sweet and heady taste only fueled the fire inside more.
"He apparently likes complints... he’s milking like crazy right now..." Bellamy groaned.
They both thrust deeply inside of at the sa ti and I felt my vision waver. And in the next mont I felt my mind go blank.
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Sylvester’s Point Of View
It was surreal watching Tristan’s mind succumb to the pleasure. His pheromones were absolutely suffocating and it seed that he couldn’t stop cumming.
The sight was amusingly captivating to watch. I was absolutely srized by the sight of it all, and slightly jealous. I couldn’t help thinking that he needed more holes.
"Haaah... I’m going to cum soon, Tristan..." Bellamy groaned.
He had been a complete unreasonable demon the whole ti. I could understand his frustration about before, but that didn’t an he should take it out on Tristan. Unfortunately, I couldn’t voice my own thoughts on the matter, because I was acutely aware that I had lost myself in the pleasurable bliss, that was Tristan. It felt so amazingly good inside him that I couldn’t even control myself.
"Tristan... your eyes are glazed over... should we stop?" Ferdinand asked.
Tristan had been right, Ferdinand was showing extre restraint for so unknown reason. He was a better man than . No way would I give up the chance to imbibe in an extrely horny Tristan. I’d rather sever my arm.
Tristan curled up into himself on the bed and looked up at Ferdinand, helplessly.
"It’s... not... enough..." He said on a broken sob.
I could feel it too, he truly wasn’t satisfied. Even though he looked like he was on the verge of passing out, his body was emitting a strong sexual pulse that resonated within our bodies, ramping up our arousal as if we had never even started.
’Sheesh... How absolutely terrifying...’
I could once again feel my pulse throbbing in my cock, and I groaned at the reality of our situation. I was beginning to think Cole got off easy passing out as fast as he had.
"Seriously, what am I going to do with you...?" Ferdinand sighed, as he picked Tristan up and positioned him in his lap.
"No seriously, we need a plan. This feeling is completely unreasonable... it’s like I didn’t just fuck him..." Bellamy groaned as he laid down as well.
It was comforting to know I wasn’t the only one feeling this way, and at the sa ti we were finally made aware of how Tristan could feel horny and restless but be physically tired as well. It was an agonizing experience.
"Should we let you rest first?" Ferdinand asked, playing the dutiful boyfriend.
"But I’m so sleepy... I’m scared it won’t stop... even if I fall asleep... and I don’t trust Bellamy... to not turn into a sadistic psycho again..." Tristan said pouting and pointing a tired glare in Bellamy’s direction.
"I’m not mad anymore... just tired... plus I still have to deal with yhymn and that damn Oga. I can’t play with you all night. Not to ntion the TVs were probably already delivered..." Bellamy replied with a shrug.
"I have a suggestion..." I said.
Tristan looked up at sleepily and raised a tired eyebrow.
"What’s your suggestion, Syl?" Ferdinand inquired.
I crawled closer to them and whispered just loud enough for Tristan and Ferdinand to hear .
"How about we do what we did Monday night? Bel can take your mouth this ti, since he’s not unconscious..." I said.
"Uhm... I still don’t rember what happened that day..." Tristan said warily.
"Sylvester... don’t act unreasonably... he’ll definitely pass out if we try that shit again..." Ferdinand sighed.
"I don’t really know what you’re talking about, but you can do whatever you want. I’m really tired... I want to sleep... it’s fine... I give you permission... I trust you..." Tristan murmured.
and Ferdinand shared a stunned look, while Bellamy looked at us confused. I was 100% sure Tristan didn’t know what he was agreeing to. I gave a big smirk and leaned in close to his ear.
"Tristan... do you know and Ferdinand entered you at the sa ti on Monday?" I whispered seductively.
Tristan looked up at in shock, then the pink in his cheeks deepened, and his pheromones flared once again. He shuddered in Ferdinand’s arms and let out a soft groan as he buried his face into Ferdinand’s chest.
"Yeah... okay... I still... give you... permission..." He mumbled softly.
’Haaah.... Fuck. I really fucking love this guy...’
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